Then I felt them come back (to me)And all the wild eyesAll the wild eyes no what I mean

It trees cut stars and eyes to heavenI'll bend them back and bend them againIf my skin looks tired and ol from livingI'll turn right back and live it againYou better pray when the music stopsAnd you're left alone in your mindCause I'll be hearing music till the day I die

Then I heard it turn offI swear I heard the screamsAnd all the wild eyesAll the wild eyes no what I meanThey're scared they've lost their dreamThey press down on meYou know I thought I was there

Hello high are you?Yes, well that explains itOh you were walking round like some kind of angelYou were walking round like some kind of angelHello high are you yesWell that explains itWell that explains it